There’s a thousand you’s and only one of me. I’m what the crowd views, but you’re the one I see I could arouse you but won’t sweep you off your feet You see I’ve been with too many to settle down To picture you in a wedding gown Perfect picture posture Kodak moments fit ya proper Selfies … Continue reading Play On Playa
You are in the process of self destructing. You are severing your hands and arms Trying to hang onto someone who doesn't want you. Breaking your back Carrying relationships That give you little in return.
You were never jaded Never worn down Or torn after all these years Artwork standing intact Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake You've reminded me of the Sistine Chapel You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to. Finding … Continue reading Pristine
Taste is relative. Life gives a perfect balance of lemons and sugar, you have to create your own juice. A man between life and death, when given more than enough rope to survive will make his own noose Choices can take your last breath.
I remember we would stand hip to hip Juxtaposed for these pictures. Conjoined in memory But not in destiny
To love and have lost is better than to have never have loved at all. But if I never tasted chocolate I wouldn't know what I was missing. If I never had sex I would still be satisfied with kissing If I never took a breath I wouldn't care to go fishing. And if I … Continue reading If I Never Met You
"It doesn't matter any longer And I'm speaking for myself For Jimmy Baldwin And I think I'm speaking for a great many other negroes too It doesn't matter any longer what you do to me. You can put me in jail. You can kill me. By the time I was 17, you'd done everything that you … Continue reading Save Yourselves First
Does the juxtaposition of the words "Black” “Lives” &”Matter" make you upset? Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept? When a black child is murdered by police, Do you ask "why" or "why didn't he get on his knees" When armed shooters with lack of color Are still allowed to see their … Continue reading How To Raise A Black Boy
I don't want to call you a bitch But you threw fits And you threw fists, So the shoe fits. You threw those too The four fit so easily. Wait no, you forfeit so easily. And you did that two times too.. Gave up so easily. All of the shit you said you see in … Continue reading Bitch
America my dear.. Keep our souls near. Too many shirts saying Rest In Peace You see me as a lesser me. How can that be? It seems like genocide. At least from my eyes. I don't blame white people For not seeing us as equals. We've been desensitized Black people dying is so common that … Continue reading Black in America